Chapter 81: First Visit to the Black Market

After finishing his meal, Zhang Xingwang went straight to the pigeon market early.

When the manager saw the two wild boars, one big and one small, his attitude was so humble that he exuded the air of a lackey from head to toe.

After a while, the boss, Master San, came trotting over. The two wild boars were quite effective, and it seemed that Master San's pigeon-toedness was cured.

The Third Master came trotting over, looked at the pig and then at the man, and said:

"Your pig is not simple, it is an expert."

Zhang Xingwang was confused. Seeing his puzzled expression, the Third Master pointed at the pig and said:

"Looking at the wound, it was shot by a bow and arrow, and it hit just below the neck. It killed him with one arrow. The person who shot the arrow must be very experienced and very strong.

It’s much more professional than your previous random shooting. It took you a long time to remove the bullets from the prey you brought before.”

Zhang Xingwang was speechless after hearing this. He just wondered if the Third Master had listened to too many operas recently and was a little drunk, so he looked at the pig in such a fancy way.

After saying this, the Third Master picked up his pipe, pointed a few times at the empty space between Zhang Xingwang and the manager, and then walked away with his feet swaying outwards. It seems that the effect of this pig is not very good.

Zhang Xingwang asked the steward in confusion:

"What did the Third Master mean by waving his pipe around at the end?"

The steward said flatteringly:

"You were pointing at me to praise me, and those two shots at you were because there was a mosquito in front of you and you wanted to use the smoke to smoke you out."

Zhang Xingwang felt sick after hearing this. He didn't want to stay any longer and immediately urged the manager to start weighing. After the weighing, the manager said:

"To make it round, it's 410 kilograms in total. Just now, Third Master told me to increase your price by 492%. The total is yuan. Do you want to exchange it for something else?"

"Do you have rice and flour?"

"Uh, no"

“Do you have a watch radio?”

The manager was too lazy to answer this time, and just spread his hands towards Zhang Xinwang. Seeing Zhang Xinwang's almost collapsed eyes, he opened his mouth to flatter:

"How about I just say I have nothing to lose, is that okay?"

"Then hurry up and tell me, are you free?"

In the end, Zhang Xingwang left cursing and only exchanged ten industrial coupons. During the exchange, he also asked the manager about the location and rules of the black market.

This unreliable manager first mentioned the place, and then slowly said, "I don't know" in front of Zhang Xingwang's curious eyes.

After hearing Zhang Xingwang's words, he felt like there was a thorn in his throat that he couldn't help but express.

Finally, Zhang Xingwang couldn't help himself and asked again before leaving:

"In the black market, if you have any problem, can you help me?"

"That depends on the people. Your suggestion should work, right?"

Looking at the half-smile on the steward's face, Zhang Xingwang really wanted to reward him with two dollars' worth of bullets.

I went all the way to the legendary black market, and found a few bricks during the journey. I increased the speed and put them in the space for use.

After all, it would be a shame to use guns and bullets in Yanjing City. There are so many people who have guns. Not to mention how many there are in the civilian population, even in any workplace, there are a lot of people with gun licenses.

But apart from the enemy spies, if anyone else fired the gun, we will investigate it thoroughly. No one involved should think twice.

When I got there, I didn't see anyone watching over the place. I could only vaguely see some dark shadows by the wall.

Moreover, it is different from the pigeon market, which feels like a vegetable market. There are people dressed in all kinds of styles. It doesn't matter whether people go in to buy something or not. The main purpose is to have fun. When they see acquaintances, they will exchange a few words. If they see a rare item, people will gather around to watch the fun.

The black market was different. The people who seemed to be passing by chatted with the shadow for a few words and then left together. They must have gone to find a place to trade alone.

This is a bit like a ghost market, and the atmosphere is very exciting. Thinking of the scenes in the novel where the protagonists exchanged various items, Zhang Xingwang nervously lifted the half cloth on his face.

He found a dark shadow nearby and walked towards it, but before he got close, the other party raised his hand slightly, gestured to the entrance of the alley ahead, then got up and left.

Zhang Xingwang was stunned for a moment, thought about it, and followed carefully in. The other party was not masked as imagined, but looked like a listless and skinny old man. He asked Zhang Xingwang casually:

"what?"

Zhang Xingwang saw that the old man was quite straightforward. He thought for a moment that the man who asked this question might be the gatekeeper. He thought of asking for a watch to see if he had one. Then he patted his wrist.

The old man nodded and said weakly:

"What color is it? Can I get my hands on it?"

When Zhang Xinguang heard this, he knew he had gone astray, and quickly replied:

"I want a watch."

After the old man listened, he stared at him with half-closed eyes and said slowly:

"Are you free?"

Finally, under the attack of Zhang Xingwang's two front-door teams, they understood why the old man asked that question.

The main reason was that the old man saw that he had half of his face covered, and he looked very confident and professional, and he came to him directly in a threatening manner.

It was obvious that he knew he was a collector. When I asked him, he patted his wrist again, and I thought he was selling bracelets.

I apologized to the old man and asked about the watch I wanted to buy. The watch was just ahead, but I wasn't sure if it was available.

As for the food, they were all at the edge of the alley. You could tell it was the seller just by looking at his shifty eyes and asking him why.

The old man smoked a cigarette and said in a half-dead tone:

"Objects and watches are small items. If you carry them with you, you can still get away with it. Food is usually heavy, and normal people won't walk around in the middle of the night carrying food, so you have to be very careful."

After saying goodbye to the old man, they continued strolling. The old man both bought and sold items. According to him, he was honest and trustworthy. However, it was not time for Zhang Xingwang to stock up on items yet, so he did not talk to him in detail.

As I walked and looked around, I saw that there were not many people in the black market. Everyone was far away, and the sparsely scattered people were all in a hurry.

They didn't look that scary. Some were masked, while others were walking around in a swaggering manner, looking like people digesting food after a meal.

According to the old man, those people strolling around usually don’t buy anything and they are all familiar faces, so no one is interested in them.

Most of those who wear masks are employed by the government or have official jobs. They are mainly afraid of being recognized by acquaintances, but there is no real danger.

It is worth noting that it is the face that is revealed. It is said that once a few men sold wild boars, and sold a small wild boar three times. Finally, after asking around, it was found that the men robbed the prey of two hunters on the road.

He sold it to three buyers. The first two buyers were robbed by the thieves, and the buyers accepted the loss. But who would have thought that he would be robbed by the thieves the third time. When he was found, his stomach was pierced with a knife and his intestines fell to the ground. Zhang Xingwang was stunned when he heard this.

After thinking about it, he decided to just look for those who were masked and had shifty eyes, and observed them as he walked.

Most of them were masked, and there was no sign in front of them. They were even less professional than the pigeon market.

After looking for a long time in the dark without understanding anything, I just randomly found a figure and walked over. Judging from his attire, he seemed to be a middle-aged man with half of his face covered.

In fact, Zhang Xingwang felt that wearing a mask late at night was unnecessary, and it was just a psychological comfort at most.

If you really meet someone you know and talk to him or her for a few words, he or she will still recognize you even if you are wearing women's clothes.